Chapter 1: The first day

This is the first time I'll be writing in years, I hope it comes out well and that you all enjoy it! Leave a review and I'll be sure to read it, hopefully filled with some positive criticism (although any review is a good one), I really need to learn how to write better haha :) The story takes place in School-Live! and follows our protagonist, who has been trying to lead a normal life after living for hundreds of years. Watch as his world flips and he has to once again protect those that become precious to him!

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Chapter 1: The first day

There were people everywhere, filling up the area till it seemed to burst from all the people entering. The air was sticky with sweat and the smell was positively sickening. He could feel people's bodies all around him and he was having a hard time keeping his grip on the pole he was next to. People seemed to be whispering and mumbling things to one another. Ah yes, the atmosphere of a Japanese train in mid-day was truly one of a kind, and not in a good way. But amongst all the people, there was one man who seemed to not be bugged at all.

The boy looked to be around the age of 19 and was definitely not the typical Japanese person. With a height of around 6' 2", the boy stood tall amongst the other people in the train, but that wasn't the feature that stuck out the most. He also had blond hair and startling blue eyes, making people believe he was a foreigner, three whisker-like marks on either side of his face, definitely not normal, and was wearing a bright orange shirt under a glaring white coat. The coat actually seemed more like a jacket to some, but nobody could really categorize it. It was also long, like a trench coat, and reached the male's heels. On the back of the coat was something written in what looked like some foreign language and it was anyone's guess as to what it said. He also wore a white hat that looked similar to a cowboy hat but with a smaller rim, yet again those strange letters decorating the front. His pants were also orange like his shirt, but it was a darker orange that seemed closer to brown than orange. To top it all off, the boy was wearing sandals. Wearing sandals in the summer heat was normal, but wearing sandals with his current outfit? This seemed outrageous to most of the Japanese people on the train.

"Must be an otaku." "Mommy, what does the man's jacket say?" "Isn't the summer anime convention weeks from now? Is he dressing up already?"

Even though people were murmuring so many things, the man didn't seem affected. In fact, the man couldn't hear them at all, as he was currently wearing his headphones, another anomaly to the already weird man. His headphones were definitely from a cosplay store, people thought, as someone would normally never wear something like that. On the boy's head was a black and white pair of headphones, with the base of it white-gray and having a black cap. There were gray and white spikes jutting from each ear of the headphones, making them look like something straight out of an anime. The black line coming from each side went under his cloak and out of sight, making people believe the headphones were connected to some device in his pocket.

Before more assumptions could be made and whispers exchanged, the train door opened and people surged out, along with the blonde boy. The people left in the train could only wonder where the man was going in such an outfit. Little did they know that this was one of their last thoughts. As the train departed the station, there was a quiet moaning from within the crowd. Within minutes, every person in the cart was moaning and collapsing, and it wasn't from the heat.

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"Ah, it sure feels good to be outside that cramped train! I'm glad I finally made it here!" exclaimed the blonde man. He sure was having a good day so far! He had woken up to a call from one of his "high school friends" and was meeting up with her at the mall near where she lived. He had put on one of his special garments for the occasion so that he would feel more comfortable. Not that he felt uncomfortable in her presence, it was just nice to wear one of his more armored outfits whenever he met a girl. As he walked down the populated street towards the mall, there was a strong wind and his cloak billowed upwards, showing a series of strange kanji and other symbols. 'Oops, forgot to hide that' the blond thought, quickly making a sign with his hand and placing an illusion over the strange letters and making them seem to disappear. The people who saw merely thought the heat was playing tricks on their eyes, and began to walk faster towards their destinations else they become further delusional.

The strange man neared the mall and started to look for his friend, they were supposed to meet in front of the store. 'Where is…" His thought process was cut short as he felt a smack on top of his head. The hat took the majority of the damage but he still felt a sensation like being tapped on the head. "There you are! You're thirty minutes late! THIRTY WHOLE MINUTES! Do you know how long that feels with this hot weather?!" And… there she was. The friend from a couple years back when he had attempted to attend high school in Japan (he dropped out after one year since he was scolded by his teachers every day for falling asleep in class and not doing his homework), Aiko Kishimoto had been a good friend during his first and only year in high school. Using a henge and looking like a 15 year old, he had enrolled into Kurama High School, a strange name for a school but one that had stuck out to him enough for him to enter. He had regretted his decision as soon as he entered, being bored out of his mind. He had considered playing a prank but seeing his age (his real age, that is), he resisted and pretended to fall asleep to pass the time. His only savior was lunch, where he would escape to the roof and watch kids play soccer on the field. This is where he had first met Aiko. One day, when he came up to the roof, a girl was standing in his usual spot, looking down at the field. She was wearing a blue and white uniform with a red ribbon, the ribbon color symbolizing her third year in high school, and had a gentle smile across her face. Although the boy wore a yellow ribbon, showing he was a first year, he approached the girl and greeted her. The girl looked at him, smiled, and greeted him back. They had both watched the field that day and shared lunch. From there on out, they spent every lunch period looking down at the field. He smiled, remembering those times. It was definitely a more peaceful time in his long life. "…uto! Are you even listening to me?! I AM TALKING TO YOU MISTER!" Another hit to the head brought him back to reality. "Oh, hey Aiko" he said with a smile. "Hey?! HEY?! WE HAVEN'T SEEN EACH OTHER IN YEARS, THEN YOU MADE ME STAND OUT IN THE SUN FOR AH HOUR, THEN YOU PROCEEDED TO IGNORE ME FOR A MINUTE, AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS SAY HEY?!" The blond received another whack to the head from the girl. He sure was grateful he wore the hat. "Ahaha sorry Aiko-chan, you know how I get every now and then. Wanna head inside and grab some ice cream? My treat." The girl perked up immediately. "Okay, let's go! I'd love some ice cream right about now" she all but yelled as she took the boy's hand and rushed inside. 'Geez, she still has that personality shift' the male thought, 'Hope she's feeling okay after all that heat. Her cheeks looked pretty red just before she turned around'. And with that the two entered the mall, his hand still locked in hers.

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"How about this store?" the girl asked, pointing to a store that sold manga. "It seems to match your style" she said with a wink. "Ha ha very funny now come on, let's go grab whatever it is you wanted and get that ice cream." the boy complained. Honestly, he didn't really care about the ice cream but he had to get the ice cream for Aiko. He had promised her some and he never went back on his word. "Alright, alright, you can have your ice cream, okay little boy?" she said, looking at him with a smirk. He looked at her with a smile, "Come on Aiko-chan, let's not make jabs today. Or do you really want to lose that badly?" The girl seemed to frown for a second, then made a smile, and looked away, saying "Oh all right, you always beat me when it came to word play back in high school and I just wanted to see if I could beat you now. But I can already imagine my loss." 'You're not actually imagining it, it's a thought I placed in your mind. But I guess I can't really say that' the blond thought. Aiko suddenly stopped in front of a store and looked at the boy. "Oh hey, I'm going to check this store out for a moment, wait here! Unless…" she paused, then with a smirk said "…you wanna follow me?" She smiled and ran into the lingerie shop. Although the blonde usually wouldn't have any troubles with entering such a building, he decided it was best not to follow the lady, and turned around, walking away from the undergarments store. He was on the second floor and the ice cream shop was on the first. 'Down we go' he thought as he walked towards the escalator. Suddenly, his senses perked up as he heard the sound of a car crashing and people screaming outside. Noticing nobody was watching, he flickered out of existence after making a hand sign.

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Flickering into existence right outside the mall, but in a shadowed corner to conceal his presence, the blonde walked out and quickly accessed the situation. It was a mess outside the mall. What had once been a sprawling metropolis was now littered with crashed cars and broken bodies. There were plumes of smoke rising in the distance and a large fire could be seen about one hundred and fifty meters to his right. He then noticed a woman standing about ten feet from the entrance of the mall, about to be attacked by a man who was probably part of a gang if the blood on his shirt indicated anything. The blonde quickly ran, at as fast a pace as humanly possible, to the woman and knocked the man on the side of the head with his fist, knocking the man unconscious and making him fly back a few feet. Before he could ask the woman if she was okay, the lady grabbed at his cloak and he felt what was like a couple pencils poking his back, the cloak protecting him from being stabbed. 'A distraction?' he thought as he backed out in one leap, doing a front-flip and gently tapping the side of the woman's neck with his sandal, knocking the woman out. He then noticed the true situation. Around him were people everywhere, most drenched in blood. Their eyes seemed hollow, like people who had died in a battle. He had seen these eyes before. He remembered his younger years, nearly four hundred years had passed since that time, when there was a huge war in his world. Thousands if not tens of thousands of people had died in that war, and the boy had lost so many friends as well. It was a terrifying time, even though he had acted brave in front of his nakama. And who could blame him when he had to fight a horde of zombies and bleached clones, a resurrected man with the power to split the sky, and even a goddess wearing bunny ears. He thought he had forgotten such memories long ago, but the current situation brought back the memories. By the time he woke up from his stupor, he stood on top of a wrecked car, hundreds of dead bodies surrounding the area around the mall. Instinctively, he had made sure none of the undead entered the mall where his friend shopped. But then he heard the yell. A yell from inside the mall. He ran in with a burst of speed, forgetting to even mask his identity through moving at a humanly speed, and seemed to appear on the second floor in front of a lingerie store, knocking out all the undead on his way there. In his stupor he must have not noticed the chaos in the mall. And he was now paying the consequence. The store had four undead people standing in a circle around a body. The body of Aiko Kishimoto. A tear streaked down his left cheek and a heavy feeling came to his heart. 'Another friend I failed to protect' the thought ran through his head. 'I failed again and my friend is dead.' Before he could fall into a state of depression, the zombies ran towards the blonde, killing intent pouring out of them. The blonde merely threw a couple twigs at the undead, made a small hand gesture, and all four bodies fell to the floor, wooden spikes protruding from their bodies. He walked up to the body of his fallen friend, stepping over the dead bodies before him, and knelt down next to her. He tapped her gently on the forehead and symbols poured out over her entire body, and she vanished. In her place was an open 4 inch scroll. The blonde picked up the scroll, rolled it up, and placed it in his pocket, promising to himself he would go bury the body later. 'That's the least I can do for her now.' He was about to walk out when he heard three pairs of footsteps approach him, one was very light, as if it belonged to an animal. He spun around quickly, fist already moving outwards, as he became ready to dispatch of his new opponents, but stopped within a centimeter of the face of the person he was about to hit. A small girl, probably around the age of sixteen and around 5' 6", stood before him, wide eyed and staring down at his punch, her eyes nearly becoming crossed from the effort. She wore a green and white uniform, one that reminded him of what he saw children wear when he attended Kurama High School. The blue ribbon around her neck indicated she was in her second year. Next to her was another girl, a bit shorter, around 5' 4", wearing the exact same clothing with a blue ribbon around her neck and looking like she was going to run any moment, yet blushing at the same time. Next to the second girl stood a small brown and white dog, now barking at the man, silencing itself and releasing a small whine under the man's scrutiny. He retreated his fist slowly, making sure the two were not infected with a momentary use of his sharingan, henged so his eyes weren't seen of course, and, satisfied, turned around once more to look for any zombies that may have avoided being knocked out when he ran through them. He started to walk out when he felt a small tug on his jacket. Turning around yet again, he saw the taller of the two girls holding onto his cloak. "You… you aren't planning to leave us… are you?" the girl asked with an afraid look, eyes facing the floor. She quickly steeled herself up and looked the man in the eye "Cause there's no way I'm letting you leave without us mister! What's your name?" "Kei-chan, your being rude." The second girl replied, "It's proper etiquette to introduce yourself first." The girl now known as Kei-chan sighed. "Alright, alright Miki-chan, calm down. I'm sorry about that." Kei-chan said, looking up again to the blonde after taking her eyes off Miki, "My name is Kei Shidou, I am a second year at Kurama High School. Nice to meet you." "A-and I'm Miki Naoki, I'm a second year at Kurama High School too. And this here is Taroumaru. He doesn't have an owner right now so we'll be adopting him. Nice to meet you sir." Miki added. Kei put one of her hands into Miki's and looked to the man, saying "Well, now that that's settled, what's your name sir?" The blonde looked over the girls once more to memorize the names, then gave a small grin. "Naruto Uzumaki, pleasure to make your acquaintance".

Yay we finally get to know the blonde's name! Though the majority of you probably figured out who he was early on. This, again, is my first attempt at ever writing a story. I'll add some lengthier battle scenes and some character development from here on out. I'd really love some reviews, especially ones that have positive criticism so I can learn to write better next time. Thanks a bunch for reading my little story and I'll try to update again real soon! Please review~!

Made some small edits. Noticed that it was the ribbon color, not the uniform color, that denoted their year in school.